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May 2014
there aren't
enough
umbrellas
in the world
to save me
from you

there aren't
enough
colours
in the world
to describe you

or sounds
to capture
the movement
of your soul
never ending
above me

watch me
with my eyes open
and closed
stain the ocean
with the spread
of your cool beauty
take me
quickly
before anyone else
can take my heart
pluie d'été
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pluie d'été
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